Just Another American Francophile

San Francisco

As I go through the treatments, they become less and less invasive in my life. I’ve become more aware of my trigger foods, so I haven’t been getting as sick. I slept more than usual after my last treatment. I got 10 hours of sleep one night- something I hadn’t done since college. (College was my nap Renaissance.)

Work needed me to fly to a conference in San Francisco on Wednesday. My doctor had cleared me for air travel. Her only comment was: “If there’s someone next to you who’s sick, you need to move.” I didn’t point out that a plane is an enclosed space with recycled air circulating around.

My seatmate wasn’t sick, but she talked so much that I think I would have preferred a sick person. She sat next to me and said, “I don’t like to read or watch movies on planes,” which is exactly what every traveler wants to hear. She did, however, like to complain about how long the plane was taking and inquired every five seconds what time it was. I pretended to be asleep, but she just reached around me and started flirting with the guy next to me.

Luckily, I only had to sit next to her for 4 and a half hours.

The conference itself went very well. I got to go out for an hour or two at the end of the day to walk around. I went to Pier One (not the store) and got a fabulous seafood dinner. There is no photographic evidence of my meal because I didn’t take pictures of it. I’ve begun eating my meals instead of just taking pictures of them and placing them on Instagram. (Just like you’re not friends in real life until you’re friends on Facebook, you haven’t had a meal unless it’s been placed on Instagram.) I’m still in the test phase of this new food policy. I don’t know how I feel about it.

I did take some pictures of the pier with my ever-dependable phone.

The sunset ruins what would have been a fantastic view of the light-up sign. (That silly sunset, always ruining pictures.)This is NOT the Golden Gate bridge. It’s the less popular sister, the Bay Bridge.

Fun fact: The trolley cars go until midnight.
Other fun fact: I was asleep well before that time.

My seatmate on the flight home didn’t speak to me at all, so it was a much better experience.

The conference went really well, so I might get the chance to see more of San Francisco next year! I was a bit worried the treatments would put everything at a complete standstill for 6 months, but that has proven to be false. (In a good way.)